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Tomorrow the mystery writing continues again. I thought I would finish writing the story during summer, but it turned out differently. I didn't open the file at all during the entire summer.
I've been struggling with this story for a long time. The book writing began when a relationship ended. It was maybe somehow my way of processing disappointment and the turmoil I went through in my life five years ago. Some of the story's characters have gotten their inspiration partly from real figures.
Today I opened the story again and read it. I see the text somehow in a completely different way than before. I'm thinking now that this will remain my own therapy book, a personal love-hate edition. Only a handful of people have gotten to know it: the writing group leader and my own family.
Another part of me says I'd like to publish it, why not. The story is fictional and at times even unrealistic, over-the-top and overly entertaining "brains in the coatroom" splash. That's what I am too, at least to those who don't know me.
This September is somehow always mentally tough time for me. Next week is again that weekend when I lost both brothers almost to the day a year apart.
Next week I'm also laying to rest in the grave one such person who made a great impact on me during his life with his wisdom and being.
His charisma was so great that I wrote into this story of mine, years ago already, a fictional side character inspired by his personality.
I want to share this little story snippet from my eternity project with you too.
In honor of Bill's memory.
Becca, Robert shouted in the middle of everything.
Yes, Bob? Rebecca raised her eyebrows and sipped the last drops of coffee from her cup.
Over there on the shore. There's something there. Is something floating there? Robert looked worriedly toward the shore.
Rebecca squinted and tried to see further without her glasses. I don't see anything at all, she thought. "Is Bob's memory starting to slip. Maybe he's seeing hallucinations." Rebecca thought.
Look now! There's something there. I'm going to check, Bob insisted and got up from his chair.
Reluctantly Rebecca put the cup in the dishwasher following Robert outside down the steps to the shore.
The waves lapped as the wind brought them to shore. Both Rebecca and Robert saw the suitcase. The pull handle was out on the wheeled suitcase, but otherwise it was properly closed. Rebecca wondered. "She had seen the suitcase somewhere, but where?"
Robert walked with confident steps closer to the suitcase and opened the zipper. Both Robert and Rebecca were surprised. The suitcase was empty.
I've been struggling with this story for a long time. The book writing began when a relationship ended. It was maybe somehow my way of processing disappointment and the turmoil I went through in my life five years ago. Some of the story's characters have gotten their inspiration partly from real figures.
Today I opened the story again and read it. I see the text somehow in a completely different way than before. I'm thinking now that this will remain my own therapy book, a personal love-hate edition. Only a handful of people have gotten to know it: the writing group leader and my own family.
Another part of me says I'd like to publish it, why not. The story is fictional and at times even unrealistic, over-the-top and overly entertaining "brains in the coatroom" splash. That's what I am too, at least to those who don't know me.
This September is somehow always mentally tough time for me. Next week is again that weekend when I lost both brothers almost to the day a year apart.
Next week I'm also laying to rest in the grave one such person who made a great impact on me during his life with his wisdom and being.
His charisma was so great that I wrote into this story of mine, years ago already, a fictional side character inspired by his personality.
I want to share this little story snippet from my eternity project with you too.
In honor of Bill's memory.
Becca, Robert shouted in the middle of everything.
Yes, Bob? Rebecca raised her eyebrows and sipped the last drops of coffee from her cup.
Over there on the shore. There's something there. Is something floating there? Robert looked worriedly toward the shore.
Rebecca squinted and tried to see further without her glasses. I don't see anything at all, she thought. "Is Bob's memory starting to slip. Maybe he's seeing hallucinations." Rebecca thought.
Look now! There's something there. I'm going to check, Bob insisted and got up from his chair.
Reluctantly Rebecca put the cup in the dishwasher following Robert outside down the steps to the shore.
The waves lapped as the wind brought them to shore. Both Rebecca and Robert saw the suitcase. The pull handle was out on the wheeled suitcase, but otherwise it was properly closed. Rebecca wondered. "She had seen the suitcase somewhere, but where?"
Robert walked with confident steps closer to the suitcase and opened the zipper. Both Robert and Rebecca were surprised. The suitcase was empty.
07/09/2022